Gimpy and Sicky

On Tuesday night after a 30 minute walk with Duke, we noticed he wouldn't move from a single spot on the living room floor. Then, when we made our way up the stairs to bed for the night, he winced and cried with every step. Wednesday morning was the same thing so John rushed him over to the vet to make sure he didn't break any bones in his back leg where most of the pain seemed to be coming from. Thankfully, he returned with just a sprain of some kind, though he's been slowly recovering ever since.

Me on the other hand, well, it's been a rough few weeks on my body. Wednesday night I had one of my worst bouts with the toilet and my head felt like it was going to explode from that additional pain. I actually cried afterward because I literally didn't think I could take any more of being sick and nauseous. My little one is taking all I have and some days it just gets to be too much.

I am now looking forward to what I hope is a relaxing and not-so-sick Memorial Day weekend because both Dukey and I could really use it.